5. Change friends
Hua Lang watched Pan Yu go away in a daze, and shook his hands hard - but didn't let them fall.
The coal clung to her hand, pulling at her with all its might.
What is this doing?
Hua Lang took a few steps following its force, only to find that it was pulling her towards Xie Hanjing.
Hua Lang raised her hand and saw Meikuai's two green eyes turning around, looking at her and then at Xie Hanjing.
It's like debating who to choose.
Hua Lang's scalp tingled. What was there to hesitate about? The hero had blood to feed you, but I had nothing. Hua Lang immediately removed the coal, removed the spiritual mark on it, and walked in front of Xie Hanjing.
After looking Xie Hanjing up and down, he found that the scars on the exposed half of his neck and fingers had faded, and there seemed to be no major problems.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Hua Lang cleared his throat and spoke the first words to the male lead.
"Since you have taken it in as your demon pet, why would you abandon it?"
Xie Han was slightly stunned. He felt that his cultivation was unstable at the moment, so he could only explain in a low voice,
"I didn't take it." He looked at Hua Lang again, and after a moment's silence, he continued, "It was...it insisted on looking for you."
This made Hua Lang feel completely baffled. Why was he looking for her? The one who gave her milk was the mother. You'd recognized the wrong mother! Hua Lang poked at the coal, feeling very disappointed.
But no matter what the reason, fixing the main storyline bugs was more important. Hua Lang showed an unreasonable look, "I don't care. I'm really annoyed by having such a useless little demon following me around. If you don't want it, then I'll just throw it into the Demon Tower."
Very good, perfectly portraying the image of a cannon fodder who is both blind and ruthless.
Xie Han was shocked to hear this, his face showing neither surprise nor disgust, only the cold and warm colors stained by the night and the lights. His extremely long eyelashes moved slightly, and he said softly, "If Junior Master-Uncle doesn't want to raise it, then give it to me."
"Well, that's best."
Hua Lang decisively placed the coal in his hand, and then... their hands stuck together.
The soft hairs on the coal seemed to have a suction force. Although it felt light and delicate to the touch, I couldn't pull my hand away.
While Hua Lang was struggling, he touched a piece of slightly cold skin. Although it was smooth, the touch was completely different from that of a piece of coal.
Hua Lang paused and looked at Xie Hanjing, but Xie Hanjing was still staring at the coal block that was wrapped around their hands and would not let go even if it was pulled into an oval shape. He seemed not to notice the touch just now.
"let go!"
The coals stuck together more tightly.
"Let go!"
Hua Lang was furious but dared not move. He turned to threaten Meikuai, saying, "If you don't let me go, I will shave the hair on your head and turn you into a demon with hair all over your body but a bald forehead. From now on, you will never be able to hold your head up high in both the human and demon worlds."
This trick was quite effective. Coal's fur exploded in fear, and he immediately let go of Hua Lang and hid in Xie Hanjing's palm. He also hurriedly tightened his fur until it became a pancake, making it impossible for Hua Lang to shave even if he really wanted to.
It's still useful to be a villain.
Hua Lang withdrew his hand with satisfaction, and did not forget to consolidate his image, saying: "Since you have raised Coal Ball, if you let it run around to me next time, I will throw you and it out the door together."
Fortunately, it was past the hour of Xu and 001 had turned off the phone and gone to sleep, otherwise if it had heard these words, it would have started to quarrel with her again.
Hearing such a light threat, Xie Hanjing nodded politely, "Since Junior Master-Uncle doesn't like it, then I will definitely take good care of it and prevent it from bothering Junior Master-Uncle again."
"Hmph, that would be best."
Hua Lang touched his chin. Before leaving, he couldn't help but ask casually, "What are you doing hugging the quilt so late at night?"
Xie Han suddenly turned his head in surprise, and Hua Lang could only see the side of his face. The blood-red light and shadows were scattered, just enough to give his lips a layer of rosy color, fading the coldness on his face. Hua Lang couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"Nothing, Junior Master, is there anything else you want to ask?" Her tone was cold, and her words revealed her desire to drive her away. It was obvious that he didn't want to pay any attention to her, this unreasonable cannon fodder.
"Forget it." Hua Lang curled his lips, but then he thought that as long as the male protagonist sticks to the main storyline, there will probably be no more intersection between them. His mood turned from gloomy to sunny, and he quickly left the yard.
In the yard, Xie Hanjing coughed lightly and looked at the dewy bedding on the ground.
How could he say this? Today, he actually slept until the hour of Xu.
Although he was injured, he had been injured several times more severely before, and he had never slept for ten hours. Xie Hanjing was already suspicious, and when he turned around, he saw Pan Yu doing something furtive outside the window.
This person had been harassing him since he entered the house last night. It happened again today. Although Xie Hanjing wasn't afraid of these despicable tactics, he couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to move away, which led to the scene Hua Lang had just witnessed.
There were bursts of flapping wings outside the yard. In the night, the birds in the woods chirped, condemning the people who had no public sense and passed through the woods, disturbing their sleep.
After a while, they each went their own way.
Xie Han looked up at the dark sky in shock, feeling the demon core calm down again. He gently stroked the shadow demon with one hand and whispered to himself, "Did she give you a name?"
“…coal briquettes?”
Hua Lang was frantically picking the leaves hanging on his body. When he had cleaned them up, he arrived at Qijing Peak. Before he pushed open the palace gate, he heard his master's voice urging him to drink.
"It's your turn, drink! Don't cheat!"
"...Master, I really can't drink any more... Ugh..."
When he opened the door, it turned out to be his master who had brought a young disciple with him, sitting in the pavilion and drinking with him.
Poor little disciple was just passing by Fengyou Palace and didn't dare to refuse the master. Now he was so confused after being drunk that he couldn't even tell how many fingers Hua Lang raised.
Hua Lang withdrew his hand and held his forehead, then rang the bell to call for people to carry away the disciple who was drunk and unconscious but still shouted "Master, I can't drink anymore, I really can't drink anymore."
After clearing away the pile of wine jars, Hua Lang folded his arms and looked at Mo Jinghong, who was lying inside, still holding the wine jars and refusing to let go, and asked, "Master, why is he drinking again?"
Mo Jinghong looked drunk and was wearing coarse brown clothes. His handsome and open-minded facial features, paired with his messy white hair, made him look a bit silly. He really didn't look like a master.
Mo Jinghong narrowed his eyes, trying to recognize Hua Lang's face. He repeated a bunch of names in his mouth for a while before he recognized Hua Lang. "Oh...it's Xiao Qi. Come, come and have a drink with Master."
Hua Lang felt a headache just looking at the wine.
When she first entered the book, the first person she met was Mo Jinghong.
Mo Jinghong descended from the sky, with flowing white hair and clear brows. He looked like an immortal with a full expression, and immediately stunned the modern man Hua Lang.
I thought it would be like what was written in the novel, where the immortal flicked his whisk, pointed with a smile, and said that he saw that she had an extraordinary talent and would achieve great things in the future. He was willing to accept her as his disciple, and from then on she could choose any elixir or magical weapon she wanted.
But the first thing Mo Jinghong asked her was, "Can you drink?"
Hua Lang was stunned. He had been thinking about the opening remarks for a long time, but he never expected this to be the opening line.
Fortunately, she and her roommates went out for dinner and occasionally drank a little wine. After considering it, Hua Lang said, "I can drink a little."
Mo Jinghong immediately nodded in satisfaction. "In that case, I am Qinglai Mo Jinghong. Would you like to become my seventh disciple?"
Mo Jinghong, the leader of Qinglai, was just wondering how she could sneak into Qingcai. It was like someone was sending her a pillow when she was sleepy! Hua Lang sighed at her luck, immediately put the matter behind her, and agreed immediately.
So, she successfully formed the master-disciple seal with Mo Jinghong. Before she met the second person, Mo Jinghong pulled her into the wine cave and put out hundreds of jars of wine, as if he wanted to get drunk.
The wine in this world of immortal cultivation was indeed different from the one Hua Lang had ever drunk. After only half a glass, Hua Lang passed out drunk.
When she woke up again, it was three days later. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Ming Jinshu sitting in front of the bed, staring at her with a smile.
Hua Lang was afraid that the goods would be returned, so he went to look for Mo Jinghong for several days but couldn't find him. After asking Ming Jinshu, he found out that unless there was something serious, Mo Jinghong would not be seen during the day. If he wanted to find him, he could only try his luck in a wine den in the middle of the night.
Today, she finally met Mo Jinghong. Hua Lang didn't care that he was drunk and confused, wondering if he could understand what she said. She immediately took out the flute from her arms, slapped it on the table, and said,
"Master, I don't want to be a music cultivator anymore."
The last time they met, Mo Jinghong had given her this flute and asked her to try to control the sound with her spiritual energy. But after that actual practice, she found that she was indeed not cut out for it.
Mo Jinghong raised his eyes and said drunkenly, "Hmm...what's wrong? But what's wrong with Tian Shudi that Xiao Qi doesn't like?"
Hua Lang said vaguely, "I'm the only one in Qinglai who learns to play the flute, and no one can teach me."
Mo Jinghong woke up a little after hearing this and waved his hand, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. Master has other magical instruments here."
After saying that, he stood up with the help of Ting Le, and took out a zither taller than Hua Lang, a trumpet with a big red flower hanging on it, and finally even moved out a huge drum with great difficulty.
Empty wine jars were squeezed and fell off the pavilion. Amidst the crackling sound, Mo Jinghong said in a gentle voice,
"These are all collected from various places during my early travels. Disciple, which one do you like?"
Hua Lang twitched his lips and silently took the flute back from the table.
"Master, I suddenly think that playing the flute is also a good idea."
Mo Jinghong waved his hand, and the mess of instruments was quickly retracted into his ring. He sat back on the ground, leaning against a stone bench, holding the wine jar and said with a smile, "In a few days, the noble families of Zhongzhou will come to discuss Taoism. Among them, the Wu family, the leader, has many people who learn to play the flute. If there is anything you don't understand, just ask them."
Zhongzhou Wu family?
In the plot, the Wu family is one of the protagonist's enemies. As they face their second entrance exam, the Wu family becomes intrigued and heads to Guiyuan to observe. This encounter with their enemies and the crisis they face is a climax of the plot.
Hua Lang touched his chin, replied yes, and asked again,
"Master, do you know how to cure the cold poison?"
Mo Jinghong suppressed his smile and asked, "Why are you asking this?"
He sat up straight, his eyes clearing up a bit, and looked at Hua Lang seriously again, "Stretch out your hand so I can see it."
Hua Lang quickly said, "It's not me, I...a friend of mine was poisoned, and I asked for him."
Mo Jinghong immediately lay back down and waved his hand nonchalantly, "There's no antidote. Everyone who's been poisoned by this has died. Forget it. Just find another friend."
Hua Lang was somewhat disappointed, but it was within his expectations. He was about to leave when Mo Jinghong said, "By the way, your senior brother will be returning from Fang Zhu Realm tomorrow. Remember to go see him."
Hua Lang was confused and didn't know which senior brother he was talking about. He asked, "Why?"
Mo Jinghong ignored her. He was craving for wine, so he picked up a jar of new wine and started drinking it, as if he was going to drink himself to death. Everything Hua Lang said was drowned out by the sound of the wine splashing.
Seeing that it was already past midnight, Hua Lang sighed and could only muddle along the matter into tomorrow's schedule, shouting, "Master, I'm leaving!"
Mo Jinghong burped and turned over, not hearing anything at all.
Is it really okay to drink like this?
Hua Lang looked back every few steps as he left, fearing that his master would drink himself to death right before his eyes.
Qijing Peak is the highest of the seven peaks. Standing on the top, you can easily overlook the other peaks. The lights are dim and the surroundings are quiet.
This place is enveloped by Pangze's spiritual energy and is not subject to the suffering of wind and snow. The area around Hua Lang's bedroom is planted with flowers that are priceless in the mortal world. The slightly curled petals are covered with cold dew in the night, and two or three spiritual cranes are hidden among them.
Hua Lang was wearing his inner clothes and lying by the window, bored.
The only nightlife here is cultivation. What’s the difference between this and staying up late to study?
001 was also asleep, and I couldn't even find anyone to chat with.
Hua Lang resigned herself to her fate and lay back on the bed, staring at the pure veil in front of her.
I thought that since I had slept for so long during the day, I would definitely suffer from insomnia all night. Unexpectedly, in less than half a minute, Hua Lang couldn't bear it anymore and closed his eyes.
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